Songtext von Hope Tomorrow

Where we live spring comes early Trees in bloom when the northern country is covered in snow A windy fitful day in winter charging toward the Ides of May The climate now is cling to splinters We hold hands while we work and play and hope tomorrow is a sunny day Where we live men are women Women are teenage boys and everyone wants to look like them, but be like men A windy fitful day in winter charging toward the Ides of May The climate now is cling to splinters We hold hands while we work and play and hope tomorrow is a sunny day Rubens would have loved you and painted you that way With your pen and paper, paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face So thin, so thin she might blow away... A windy fitful day in winter charging toward the Ides of May The climate now is cling to splinters We hold hands while we work and play and hope tomorrow is a sunny day